In the minds’ eye of children
The other day friends borrowed our canoe and went out in what soon became something a la Gilligan’s Island, a three minute tour turned to a rescue mission by my neighbor who spied them in the boat with the black clouds and lightning and thunder and afterwards, the little boy made a drawing of the whole event. The lady who ran from her house to wave her hands and tell them she would come save them is now an indelible fixture in their family lore.
